Today is the first day of Anastasia’s two week break. I have plenty of work to get done and without my T-Mobile Sidekick that held my schedule I am lost! Anastasia wanted to try it out, so I switched phones with her and now I am using her PINK Razr. Yes, I said PINK!
Anyway, she is bored already. She has worked on her website (alljonasbrothers.com), went outside and rode her bike, played with the dogs, took out the garbage, configured the sidekick with her own ringtones and graphics, ate breakfast, emptied the dishwasher, took a shower, check Radio Disney for the nearest Jonas Bothers concert and it’s only 11am!
Need to figure out some activities for her FAST!
I try to write at least once a day about what happens in my life based on how it relates to my daughter. That’s what this blog is about. Although lately I have found myself very lost emotionally. And it doesn’t pertain to my daughter at all, ok, well it sort of does.
I have recently sealed the door shut with my ex girlfriend. We broke up in April and then in the past month or so started talking on and off. I realized I could not go back and knew I needed to close that door so I didn’t lead her anywhere I was not intending to. That went, well, just how I expected it. Although, at least, the door is completely closed.
Between then and now I got involved with an old friend. It seemed as though things were shaping up to be good. Then I moved to Arizona and she went back to the southern state she is from and everything got weird. I mean like the day I got to AZ she was pressing me to move to the south. I wanted to move there although I moved to Arizona to be around family and I didn’t want to leave right away.
My ex-girlfriend told me on the phone she had offers to go out on dates that she turned down because she was waiting to see if her and I would get back together. The girl from the south is with someone that sounds like she is madly in love with. And I am here all by myself.
Single parents are often referred to as having baggage. I have baggage. I look at every potential girlfriend a little differently now then I did 6 years ago when I first became a guy with baggage. Now I look at how they will react with my daughter. Does my daughter get along with them, does she like them and so on..
So, I sit here alone with my baggage. Truth be told, if I had the chance to do all this again and change whether I did have or did not have baggage, I wouldn’t change a thing.
I love my daughter. Every time I see her, I smile. I am thankful for every sound she makes, even if it is her dreadful whining. I am a single father with baggage. My daughter is my proudest achievement and every day I just get prouder.
That doesn’t change my hurt inside and my desire to love and share my life with someone. And that is really what this post is about…. ..
I thought “games” were supposed to be fun. Isn’t “fun” the very ingredient that classifies something, anything as a game?
I came up the stairs a few minutes ago to my daughter playing this game online. This is a game my entire family plays, including my cousins. It is a MMORPG or Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing game. There are many different games that are MMORG’s. Probably the most popular of them being World of WarCraft. The one we play is a super hero game called City of Heroes. It’s a lot of fun and can consume an entire day in a blink of an eye.
Any way, I came up the stairs to find Anastasia logged in and building a new character while on her cell phone with her cousin arguing about the types of characters they are going to build. Anastasia is obviously upset when she hangs up the phone. I ask here what is going on. She starts telling me this whole story about how her cousin wants her to make new characters and that she doesn’t want to make new characters and this and that and so on……
I looked at her, laughed and asked the simple question, “I thought games were supposed to be fun?” Even as I type this the drama continues and the only thing I have told her, is if she is not having fun, then don’t play.
Yesterday was parent teacher conference day. Anastasia was extremely worried. My sister was home sick so I decided to leave Anastasia with her so there were no distractions while I was getting the dirt on Anastasia and how bad she has been in school.
All week she has been stressing this appointment. She was convinced it was going to bad and I was going to mad when I got home. I thought to myself, “there is no way she could be that bad.” I mean, even in her worst moments she is better than most kids.
Well, she was crying when I left the hose to go. :( I get to the school and the teacher had NOTHING but GOOD things to say about her. How hard she is trying, how great she is doing and how good she is about making sure all her work is turned in. The only thing her teacher said was she talked waaayy too much. Wait, seriously, my little girl? Talk? No way! ;)
In the end, I walked in the house yelling, making Anastasia think her worst fears had come true. >:) Then I let her in on the good news that she was doing GREAT! I couldn’t resist the little toying I was able to do with her.
Today is her last half day before a two week break. I wonder what we will do next week. Need to think of something fun!
Any thoughts?
Although I am know psychiachrist, I think I know my little one and hope I know her well enough to call out her actions.
I wrote yesterday that Anastasia was in a bad mood in the morning. She was definitely in a better mood yesterday afternoon and this morning things seemed normal as I joked with her while we were eating breakfast.
She told me last night she was in a bad mood because she was worried about the Parent-Teacher conference I have today. Which is why I thought she is being poopy. I told her not to worry, we will talk about it a after the conference.
Yes, she used her super powers on me again.
So today I have the Parent-Teacher conference and I am looking forward to hear what she has to say.
